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I have grown so much. And done so much better writing. I have now even had a horror story published in a magazine! And yet.

And yet.

I still get Tumblr notifications for the. The hghfjf. The Undertale fanfiction. I wrote when I was a teenager. About the fire monster and the skeleton.

This website refuses to let me forget my origins.

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The devastating difference between how much time it takes to write something vs how fast people read it lol

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He has offically lost his mind.

Warning of murder and talk of blood and Vivisection.

The Riddler, also known as Edward Nygma, drives in the stolen family car as fast as the speed limit could take him out of Amity Park.

His green riddler outfit was coated in blood that wasn't his, lightly glancing at Jazz, his distant niece in the passenger seat.

Her eyes were baggy and red as she sniffed, holding onto the three bundles in her arms.

A 2 year old toddler that was his nephew and two newborn(neverborn, uncle eddy, they neverborns.) Jack fenton sitting in the back between Sam and Tucker looking awkward as hell.

He had read the letter two days ago and visited his distant half-sister Maddie. He wasn't expecting his distant niece to be tied up in chair, some warp verison of the fear containment bubble, weakly crying and begging for them to let danny go.

He expected worse from his half-sister, but in that basement... it was like a living nightmare brought to life before his very eyes.

That was Danny on that table. His favorite little munckin of a deaged nephew with inverted coloring muffled screaming into a fenton mouth gag while Maddie digging into his chest with Jack tremblingly behind her, his large hand shakenly so much holding a jar with two babies in it, eyes glancing at Maddie and Danny with some sort of realization peaking in his glance.

Edward cautiously tips toe down the stairs as quietly as he can, holding his question mark staff as he listened on.

"M-Maddie, ph-Danny might be telling the truth. He is bleeding red now!"

"Oh, Jack, remember ghosts tend to mimic and possessed people around us. Phantom had been living right under our noses and using our sweet Danny like living costume, look how small he gotten afterall, Who knows how long he has the time to copy all Danny's personality to sabotage our weapons. Now be a sweetheart and hand me that bone mallet." The way his half-sister sounds so cold yet sweet made Edward sick to his stomach as he was inching closer, holding his staff at the right angle for a clean shot at her head.

"No. No, this is wrong. That Dann-o, that's our baby, Maddie! He has the exact scar on his left midsection from the fishing trip. Ghosts don't heal from scars when they are dead, Maddie!" Jack shook his head, taking a step or two back from Maddie. His face was becoming paler. Jack looked as though he was going to lose his lunch at any moment with horror in his eyes.

"That Thing Is Not danny anymore when it -" Maddie turned to yell at Jack was when Eddie struck. Hitting her hard in the head was a clean knockout.

"E-eddie?" Jack, look wide-eyed at Edward Nygma, who looks ready to swing at him but stopped, glancing at table.

"Sew Danny up now, or I swear to Meemaw Gretchen, I'll beat you within every inch of your life if he doesn't make it." Eddie growled as he hit Maddie one more time for good measure with the staff.

He thought she was clear from the insanity that was their mom, but apparently not.

He pushed back the flashback and kept focusing on driving. Those GIW creep tried to ambush him one more time, then he got a bloody cane to beat them with too.

Part 1 here <-

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my favorite fictional relationship dynamics:

estranged siblings who now have no choice but to work together (again, premise of my book!!)

rivals/teammates who very obviously dislike one another but have a secret soft spot deep deep down, but that soft spot is more "i don't want you DEAD" than it is any kind of touchy-feely stuff

gruff mentor and sunshiney mentee who have both been horribly traumatized and are jealous about how well the other has coped (sunshiney mentee thinks that it made gruff mentor strong for not letting shit fly under her radar, while mentor thinks mentee showed her strength by choosing to be kind)

best friends who haven't seen one another in years

grouchy genius and sunshiney genius

anyone have anything to add?

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Come back, I have to tell you the plot of a fic I’ll never write and get you excited about it so we can all be disappointed with me later

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I want to write a book called “your character dies in the woods” that details all the pitfalls and dangers of being out on the road & in the wild for people without outdoors/wilderness experience bc I cannot keep reading narratives brush over life threatening conditions like nothing is happening.

I just read a book by one of my favorite authors whose plots are essentially airtight, but the MC was walking on a country road on a cold winter night and she was knocked down and fell into a drainage ditch covered in ice, broke through and got covered in icy mud and water.

Then she had a “miserable” 3 more miles to walk to the inn.

Babes she would not MAKE it to that inn.

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Need new blogs to follow. If you're a writer or artist rb this and i'll follow you :)

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I love you original stories I love you fake screenshots I love you character sheets I love you oc playlists I love you oc ship names I love you pitch bibles I love you concept art I love you oc comics I love you rambles about worldbuilding I love you rambles about inspiration I love you writing advice I love you “I want it to be a show/comic/book one day” I love you small oc community I love you I love you I love you

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Character names are still forth coming for Lucky Charm but I’m thinking maybe Sean or Dean for the main guy.

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Writing Prompt: Three Things

a poor man’s daughter, four black horses, a simple twist of fate

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I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts. 

May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.

I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.

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woke up this morning, rolled over, and very confidently tried to blow out my alarm clock like a candle. absolutely no precedent for that.

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Hey, don’t cry. Free online database of Japanese folk lore

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Danny, in the midst of learning how to shapeshift in his ghost form, ran into an issue. He’s stuck he can’t change shape.

He’s stuck as a ghostly roadrunner in Central City. The home the Flash.